I've never been superstitious
I've never feared the unknown
But ever since you left me
I've believed in ghosts
Girl,I believe in ghosts
Erik sat on the Operas roof as the shadows of the night began to set in. He heard laughter,girls laughter. Out of the corrner of his eye he saw a girl with pale skin and currly brown hair
"There is no other ghost but the Opera Ghost and he is dead."
Well I'm haunted by a memory
That won't leave or let me go
Call me crazy and I may be
But I believe in ghosts
Girl,I believe in ghosts
He walked down to the destroyed stage. Looking out where the crowd use to sit in lively coulored dresses and black sutes he saw two small girls one with straight blond hair and one with currly brown hair running after each other playing tag and in the darkness a small masked boy watched them play.
I swear I keep seeing shadows
I know that I'm not alone
I feel the temperature dropping
And it chills me to the bone
He felt the temperature drop and he wraped his arms around himself he was chilled his old bones aching in the cold of the november night.
Well I'm haunted by a memory
That won't leave or let me go
Call me crazy and I may be
But I believe in ghosts
Girl,I believe in ghosts
He saw more Christine ran all along the stage she danced and sang.
"I don't Beleive in ghosts I was the only one." He yelled into the darkness that had completly engulfed his old body.
A small girl that had Christine's eyes but his once blond hair ran up to him.
"Hello daddy." He said causing him to stagger backward.
Should I be afraid should I be scared
You follow me everywhere I'm haunted
He was scared now and he had never been scared in his life, not his mothers screams of terror nor his Gypsy masters whip beating him down in that filthy cage but these ghost of his past and of what could have been scared him to death.
Call me crazy hell I maybe
But I believe in ghosts
"I'm going crazy thats it I'm an old crazy Scrouge." He said as yet another one of the Christine's walked to him and she kissed him the ghost felt real just like the real Christine had felt when she had kissed him for the first and lats time all those years ago.
Well I'm haunted by a memory
That won't leave or let me go
Call me crazy and I may be
But I believe in ghosts
Girl,I believe in ghosts
"WHAT'S WRONG WITH ME?" He bellowed into the night. As more and more Christine's danced around him.
I've never been superstitious
I've never feared the unknown
But ever since you left my baby
I've believed in ghosts
"Ok I beleive I beleive." He said as he crumpeld to the floor crying himself to sleep as the last little bit of counsessness he had dissipeard he made up him mind he would take a rose to Christine's grave tomrrow while the Actuion was happening at the opers house.
"I beleive in Ghosts." He whispered as he fell asleep.